“I like prompt pay,” he said. “It is a good deal of trouble, and, as I said, there isn't much money to be made.”
“That's all right. You won't have to wait long.”
“How long, Mr. Sherwood?”
“I expect a check for a hundred dollars from my guardian to-day. I wrote three days since, for I knew you wouldn't like to wait.”
“A hundred dollars!” repeated the landlord, feeling a little easier in mind.
“Yes.”
“Perhaps your guardian may object to sending it.”
“Oh, no! He's a nice old fellow, Doctor Mack is. He is very indulgent.”
“What name did you mention?
“Doctor Mack. Ezekiel Mack.”